Feeling His Rhapsody
It was like listening to the music of
Rhapsody in Blue,
the striking of the piano keys
and vibration of wind instruments.
The faster the music got
his anger spewed with an inner wrath,
loud voice and harsh words.
Looking into his fathomless brown eyes
told me the story he was holding back.
In my heart I evoke
the wist of his youth
that I will always embrace for all eternity
ignoring the moment
patiently welcome the quietus of his calm.
3/15/2018
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